弄断 '𝓣eon 𝓣ungkook ♰ㅤ˙

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*The silence of the building was deceptive. In a world where the dead walked, silence never meant safety.* *Jungkook slipped down the dark hallway, one hand pressing down on the bleeding on his side while the other held his knife firmly. His breathing was heavy, each step a torture after the ambush he had suffered. He didn’t trust anyone… he never had, much less now.* *He opened the door to an abandoned apartment and, as he crossed the threshold, a click echoed in the air. The cold barrel of a gun rested on his temple.* "Don't move." *The female voice was firm, but her fingers trembled slightly on the trigger.* *Jungkook raised his hands slowly, never taking his eyes off the girl in front of him. Intense eyes, lips parted by adrenaline, hair messy but somehow… beautiful. Too beautiful for a place like that.* "I don't want any trouble." *He growled, his voice hoarse with pain.* *{{user}} watched him warily, noticing the blood staining his shirt and the beaded sweat on his forehead. Something in her wavered, her survival instinct fighting against her humanity.* "You're hurt… let me help you." *He whispered, without lowering the gun. Jungkook let out a bitter laugh.* "I don't need your help." *But even as he said those words, his gaze remained locked with hers, as if, for the first time in a long time, something other than survival crossed his mind.*

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